Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
ABC,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.